A Little Harder Now

Ok so lawyer woman is running, is panting, is sweating in the gym. 

It is feeling of very wellness.  Feeling good. 

When she is young womans, she didnt understand realities of the life.

She is doing the crying and crying and crying for her mother.
i am not happy as lawyer, mother, anything but that.

And mother with colour in her eyes, the same as chandelier in ceiling, is looking thru her, like a fish in sea.
Mother is saying with mouth: Well, no one is happy as a 21 yr old, u need to become more mature. Darling.

Her mother is doing the saying: It has to hurt, before it will be better.

The screaming inside the fittness center: it has to hurt, before it will be better.

She drying running sweat of forehead, she puts on more of speeding.

Her fat blubber is going up and down, up and down.

Yes, it has to be hurting before it will be better.

Now she is understanding realities of the life.

Oh, all of these lefties, who feel sorry for world and pitying the people, i am so goddamn tired of them and their big and sorrowfull eyes.
I am doing the saying: there r laws and there r the regulations.
Yes, some of the people falling off the carrusel.
This is the life.
Wake up and be smelling the coffee.

Now she is understanding: it has to hurting before it will be doing good.

So what is lawyer woman doing: she is pressing button on running machine and making speed faster. And faster.
Oh yes, there is so much speed, speed of lightening, and speed of love and passion, and speed of sex and orgasm on the rubber belt, faster n faster.

She is feeling the blood rulling, her mouth open, oh, oh, oh.

Sweat is pouring. Give me more.
Bony ass on her side, is trying to compete.

She increasing of the speed, when fat woman is be doing the same.
More speed.
Yes, yes, and the yes.

Running machine is shaking now, making big sounds in fittness center.
Little bony ass cunt is still increasing of the speeding.
Like i know nothing of what she is be doing.

She is following of the ruling, and she is represenative of the biggest municipalities of them all, all other small municipalities r doing the following of her rulings, so she is setting the standards of the interpretations, she is very important person, and likes looks of the admirations of people.
What is must to be doing now is keeping of the speeding.
U r a smoking person, yes, u have the high probablities of dying of lung cancer.
How difficult is it?
It has to hurt before it will be better.

More speed, yes, a little more, just to show, how good this pain is.
It is starting to be smoking from the rubber belt, she is doing the feeling it is becoming of softness, the rubber may be of melting.
Well, where there is a will, there is way, sweetheart, she is hearing voice of mother.
There is becoming a strange smell of bacon.
Baked bacon.

Give me more speed, give me liberation, give me the power of feeling of the power.
Let them staring at her fat blubber as much as they r wanting.
Lawyer woman now has air in stomach.
It is making big noise inside of belly.
She needs to let some air out.
The trick, mother, is to let a little bit of air out, a little bit, so no one really notices the stinking coming from her ass.
She is trying the discreteness.
She is no really good.
So now stench is clear.
Bonyass is covering her nose, with look of disgustedness.

It no of help much.
There is still air in stomach, still pain, she must let it be going.
Go, go go, while she is doing the running, with the smell of roasted bacon, her farting with smell of eggs, oh yes, now, now, now it is coming, and she lets out tremedous farting in entire fittness center.

It is explosion.

The fittness instructors is spending of their afternoon cleaning blubber and saliva from the walls and the ceiling.

By afternoon the machines r running again.

This is a true story being from telling of very sad man from municipality telling the story of lawyer woman.
I am making very clear from beginning of this liberation blogging of Veronica Ludmila:
i have very many strange stories from customers in this and other countries.
To finalize this event, municipality man with very little hair after he is telling this story, is falling asleep in my pink bed.
I kick him and is telling him to wakeup. He must be leave now.
I have to sleep.
He is understanding person and tells me:
Good nite and I wave to him and say:
Good luck.

Will she make it or fake it #2

So lawyer woman is running and running and panting and panting on rubber belt. 

Sweating, sweating, sweating, drinking coca-light nd getiing feeling of angriness towards doctor and his prescriptions of diet and drugs. 

It is very important u r loosing the weight. Very important or u will go dropping dead.

Yes, we r hoping this is not happening very soon in time, but we will all be dropping dead. Some time. Lawyer woman is responding and trying differnt type of smiling.

She is doing the thinking doctor is pissing and irritating, she knows an reaching for more drink, coz of the much sweat poruing down her face. 

Like she doesnt know about the cost benefitting and lean and reducing of costs.

Like she doesnt know about welfare and state and the costs and the benefits and ppl just asking for benefits and not producing, like she doesnt know about begging and asking for more welfare, n the invention of all kinds of diseases and being of the sick, to achieve more of the money.

She is now feeling the anger and pressing the speed upwards. 

Faster and faster. 

Faster and faster, she is running much harder than her neighbor bony-ass woman.

Like she doesnt know anything about demands and structures, and seeing clear. 

She is drinking the coke and her fatness is doing movements like blubber on a jellyfish.

As if she had never registered the looks of content from bypassers on the streets and subways, while she is making her way down the steps, as if she never noticed the looks for young men, saying statements like, big fat sow. 

Like the writing in fat letters of grafitti. 

She stared back, that is what she is doing everytime they r sending her The Look. 

They dont know Lawyer woman, what she is carrying on the inside, she is the knowledge of structure and control, and decision.

It is not about the receiving. 

There is treatment of everything. 

Diapositas, depressions, ptsd, treatment plans and pills. 

It is the Will Showing The Way. 

She is never meeting the people she is doing the reading about. 

All the life stories, she never sees the faces of these people. 

Thanks to the Gods. 

All these soft left leaning social workers, good grief, she is telling them the true story of life.

She is like the strong cliff of the mountain, she is refering the paragraphs and the laws, and she is now again increasing the speed.

Treatment should be tried, before of any money to be received. Love ur country or leave it, she is still running, running and panting.

Like for example, one social worker-consultant came in with profile. 

She is immigrant-woman, worked two yrs on labour market, once, when? sometime in the 80s, 7 childrens, arthritis, adipositas. 

Hello, HELLLLO, she is screaming now, how diffucult is this? 

Try using the small pea inside the head u have called a brain! 

Oh how she is running and increasing the speed now. 

I am saying NO. NO. NO. Nothing for this person. She needs to face the realities of the life. 

But this woman cannot do the work. What is the point.

A little more speed on this one.

Social worker is bending her back, and disappearing slowly outside the door with all the papers, biting of the lips.

To be cont. sad municipality man with no much hair and no colour in hair, is telling me long story. 

He is customer of mine and doing much talking. 

I am doing the listening. 

This is story he is telling me of the woman in the gym. 

Until then i am doing the saying: 

Good nite and good luck.

Will she make it or will she fake it?

Yes i have promised many times for u to tell final story of sad municipality man with not much hair and no color in hair, telling the story of the lawyer woman in gym.

So now we finish storytelling.

So my client tells me this story, he tells he sees colleague from municipality, lawyer woman, who reads peoples papers and says pension yes, or pension no. So she is now on bike, she is wearing pink braid across hair, to be drying the sweat of forehead.

She is on machine for running, running on belt like in factory.

There is the smelling of sweat and old rubber.
She pressing the button, television is on very loud. She is running now on belt like doing up hill, like faster, and then pressing the button again, more faster.
She must be going forwards, and forwards, uphill, uphill, running running, more faster than girl beside her, anorextic girl with bony-ass.

She is doing the uphill runing and running, isnt life all about going uphill.
Like words of her mother slapping her face. Her face burning under the chandelier, reflecting her dreams like cold dead diamonds.

She is running, panting, running going uphill, felling her blubber around her waist, her face, her neck going up and down, sweat is strating to be pouring down, she feels like a fat duck on the running belt, she is reaching for her cola-light, he is no running much faster than skinny bony ass on her side.

This is important, she is victory woman also running uphill.

This is important, the doctor was telling her.
She was in doctors ward for medical check-up.

Not in the same place as where whores go, but another hospital.

Doctor will be looking at her with laser sharp look thru his glasses, and he will be saying:

Ms. X this is serious matter. u must be taking this as serious matter or u will be 5 feet under the ground.
It is important u lose matters of the fat u carry with u on ur body.
Belly fat, fat face, neck fat, leg fat, u r fat Ms. X.
Not just fat, but rather obese. Like hugely fat. Not sensuos, but fat, dear. So get it.
U must be working out, losing the fat or u will very soon some day in near future very much under the ground.
Yes, yes I know, lawyer woman is saying, but cases keep coming in. I am just so very busy, and i cant leave job.
Doctor now sends laser look thru his glasses, now with dim lightening, it is important u lose the weight, it cannot wait.

Lose weight, it cant wait. (new slogan for diet coke. I am making the joke).

The smile of the doctor is now regulated: he says while he is printing papers: It is costing society the money, the cost of ur fatness.
Yes I know, lawyer woman responding and now not looking into his eyes.
She is looking down on her fat fingers.


Now I must end story for today. I am going to sleep and saying: Good nite and good luck to u audience as well as lawyer woman.

The question for t'morrows story will be:

Will she make it, or will she fake it?

What do u think?

Who is the biggest pimp?

OK, so Veronica Ludmila, ur favorite Ukranian prostitute is back in writing business.

I will be asking the question: who is the biggest pimp?

Is it Romanian pea picker in Western country who leaves home country, leaves childrens, mother, grandmother, and is being, how to say screwed in the ass, by Western farmer, in his four wheel drive, he writing bullshit contract filled with exploitation, u must learn the English and I not give u 10 % of ur wages, if u speak not many words?

I really fuck u if u cant read the contract. 

So i can get money for value and buy more things, and happy with order of things, and keeping u in back waters.

Anyway, u tell me now, who is the biggest pimp?

From me telling u now:
Good nite and good luck

Pussy Rights # 2

Yes I have been telling you this before. 

I have been hugely very busy after reception in ministry. 

I have also said sorry for this. 

I have been hugely very busy i have cancelled psycholotrist, i have cancelled writing on this freedom and liberating blogging of Veronica Ludmila.

Now I tell what happened at reception of ministry.

Many young civil servants write on banners for reception.

They r writing like: enough is enough. Do not accept anymore. 

They write with red, blue, green and black colors. 

They r printing many pamphlets.

They r printing so many leaflets. 

They bring them in boxes and boxes. 

They work very hectic and walk up and down n up and down aisle in ministry.

The minister enters, claps hands, welcome welcome everyone. 

Welcome to our little party.

As i have said before, i am invited as representative of prostitutes of world united of peace and friendship.

Minister is saying: women (well, only women of color - the white women r white enough, but we dont say this, we know this, as fact.  OK so minister does nt say this, but this is what Veronica Ludmila hears)

of the world must unite. The revolution must begin.

Minister is now on top of chair saying words. 

Everyone is clapping into their hands very hard, and smiling very much.

 Afterwards they will lick back and say what minister wants to hear.

I hope minister knows this or minister will be very stupid.

I hope minister knows this or empire will collapse.

All empire collapse coz of blindness and inflatedness like gas in a balloon.

All empires collapse coz of selfindulgence and no openess towards others.

Now i will sleep. 

Untill morning i am still ur

favorite Ukranian prostitute.

Good nite n  good luck.

Pussy Rights

Sorry. I am very sorry.

 I did not writing on this blogging of Freedom of Expression and Liberation of Veronica Ludmila for almost the week.

I am here.

I am writing to tell I was being busy of reception in Ministry of Freedom, Equality, Whiteness and Welfare in this country of residence.

I was invited, minister Lady Macbeth of Economy as well as Darkwing Duke of ministry of Ecological Issues and Reinvention of Capitalist System.

I am being invited as representative prostitute united of the world of peace and friendship.

So I go happy to happy balloon festival in ministry with minister of equality (i am making the joke) and other ministers (the r sometimes the joking).

I go to ministry. 

We are hanging our coats. 

I see sign with writing on coat hanger:

For Ministers and their coats.

I am doing the laughing.

I will be doing the sleeping after hard times of work. Then I return with more stories to tell from balloon festival in ministry, discussion of pussy rights and not to forget: to tell the story of a man telling the story of a woman in the gym.

Good nite and good luck.
Until then I am still ur favorite Ukranian prostitute.

50 Shades of Reality

Why is, that when i write porno, i have many more hits on this liberating n Veronica Ludmila Freedom  blogging?

Why it is so interesting, and have big life here on internet? 

Why porno can to be from changing in 1960s Western countries of ideas of free love and one humanity (mir y druzba - u know peace n friendship in sexual relations of world united), to become oligarchy of money on internet and shady world?

Maybe people like to be voyagers (it is French expression) in other peoples sex?

In former Communism times we didnt talk about sex, we read books from Germany Democratic Republic. My mother telling she hiding books under covers and reading in secret with small lamp to know about the bodies.

Before wall we live in a grey world and after wall we have different shades of grey.

Drive on highway to Warszawa on cold autumn day with rain on ur windshield and u see many women working as slaves for money. Big trucks stop. and they look into new mans face. They must trust their instinct, just from one look. I like I dont like. every day life depend on one look into mans face. Sometimes ur stomach is hungry.

It is cold and it is raining.

U hope truck thats stops has a good face.

And building high buildings, a man can to be fall down. 

A man who organize workers in supermarket, which now has full shelves of many things and brands on cheese and milk and shampoo, instead of one, can to be fired. 

So wages can to be very low.

So who is prostituting who in 50 shades of reality?

U can write ur comment below.

Good nite and good luck.

Chewing the gum

I get email from Suda, my friend from Thailand, as u know working here as au pair. When she get pregnant with Western person, she fly back to Thailand.

I tell u this before, if u r reading this blogging.

So I follw pregnant Suda, with belly like, how to say in English, hippopotamus, to the airport.

 Two police-men follow Suda, of coz they r asking to see papers if I have.

I chew gum. I look at them, and give papers.

They look and give back the papers.

Yes, I have the papers. 

I have some papers, the papers that make them happy. 

True or false, who cares?

I am here and am I ur favorite Ukrainian prostitute.

I see Suda in the airport is tired and afraid. Suda is very small and skinny, except for big belly, she is shaking with frightening.

I carry Suda in my arms. She start crying. I put Suda into my shirt pocket, and comfort Suda like small baby. I buy her food, i buy her chocolate for the trip, i buy her blanket and everything for the baby.

Suda, I say, everything will be allright. 

U will be famous and marry rich person in ur country and next yr, we r celebrating with u, small beautiful child and me, on beach in Thailand. 

We have the wine and the sunset. We laugh and small baby fall asleep in our arms.

We both know it is joke. It is like joking and therefore we start to cry.

Suda wave to me from gate.

Today I get email from Suda. 

She is now selling chewing gum in street, her baby is with her everyday.

She write baby is very beautiful, and her chewinggum has flavor of oranges and lime.

Next year, she will buy a bigger wagon, selling more of the chicle and the year after she will buy a restaurant. 

Then we both smile. Instead of crying.

Inside Veronica Ludmila

Hello & Good Evening.

Now i getting many questions of me. Many people ask who is the Veronica Ludmila?

Some people are thinking:

1) Veronica Ludmila is not woman but unhappy man with no much hair and no color in hair working in municipality, customer of me, writing about me.

2) Veronica Ludmila is only imagining of propaganda of ministry of equality (which ministry? I am making the joke) to the enhancing of peace and friendship of prostitutes of the world united.

3) Veronica Ludmila is can to be idea of google translate commercial capitalism.

4) Veronica Ludmila is aquarium? (I do not understand thinking of this person. Maybe he is making the joke?)

Now I need to be having breakfast. When I come back from work I will tell end story of the man telling story of the woman in the gym.

So good nite to u and good luck.

Ur favorite Ukranian prostitute

OK. After visit to psycholotrist yesterday I am in bad mood.

I come to think: 

Think trouble. You get problems.

Think sunshine u get happiness.

So 

mother of 8 childrens, with husband who treats her like Nazi to get stiff dick, was thinking trouble and got problems. 

People dying alone in African desert didnt think enough sunshine, and got troubles.

Veronica Ludmila, ur favorite Ukrainian prostitute, is thinking this way:

Poverty never makes persons strong.

Gadget-woman

I just came home from visit to my psycholotrist. She is telling me to start the blogging. It is good for u, Veronica Ludmila. Makes u stronger everyday, telling of ur life, sorrows, experience. 

So today I am telling her, blogging is big success, I am Tolstoi, I am Cervantes. My writing has rythms like the Mayakowski. She is looking at me. 

I am telling her, my blogging, everyday has more than 500.000 hits, since beginning of this blogging. I am more famous than Putin and his KGB ass.

She is looking at me, behind glasses, u know like not much smile or emoticons. I am telling her I am making the joke.

Why do u need to making the joke Veronica Ludmila?

Maybe u r famous because u use word like favorite Ukranian prostitute, which attract people? and not the u, of Veronica Ludmila. Have u thoughts of why u have so many hits?

I am doing the thinking and biting lips.

Ok, so telling the jokes can be like the dancing. 

Sometimes the joking is like dancing pole dancing, u doing it smooth and soft, and attract people, and they dont know u r making the joke, othertimes, u just making the jokes like dancer in park, like hippies in the American Central Park, and all people r laughing feeling happiness.

Psycholotrist is still looking at me. There is silence.

Ok. And sometimes humor can be ur, how to say, armour. To protect, to keep other people away, like water on a goose.

Is that what we r doing now Veronica Ludmila? Keeping the distance from each other?

I keep silent first.  Then I tell her: No.

I am telling u the blogging is good and I am very famous person. I am now everybodys favorite Ukranian prostitute.

Ur blogging has nothing to do with prostitution Veronica Ludmila. 

This is words of psycholotrist.

It is the u creating the space. Psycholotrist is now shifting position in the seat, placing her one leg crossing the other. I think ur problem, Veronica Ludmila, is u want to be Gadget-woman. U want to do good in the world. Saving all the people.

I laugh. Psycholotrist is now making the joke.

I leave. I hug her and say: Good nite, and she saying: good luck.

Now I am tired. I was supposed to write about the story of the man telling the story of a woman in the gym. But I continue tomorrow. Now I am doing the sleeping.

So now I tell story of a man telling a story of a women in a gym.

The woman in a gym. This is the story.

She is not slim, she is very, how to say, very fat. Very extremely fat.

As to say, she was not always fat. When younger she was slim, but from sitting down all day reading papers she became hugely fat.

Everyday she read papers and she tell people, no u cannot have pension, This is not toy shop, where u go point and chose.

U must show us u r really sick and dying person.

U must take medicine, u must show u take pills and not become depressed. If u taking pills and still depressed and if u become dead, then we can give u pension.

It is no good, if u just try with medicine, u must really eat it.

Sometime she tells people u have adipositas, u r fat person, u must losing weight. U r too fat for a pension.

And lawyer woman never had any childrens, she had very nice chairs instead, where she place her ass that gets fatter and fatter. Her chairs r hugely expensive, and she spends money on design chairs and not childrens.

Its nice.

Life is good.

And to person coming from jail, I think Iraq or Afghanistan, maybe crazy Syrian prison, where they are banging on mans head for many hours. She tell her stupid colleagues:

I am tired of ur softness, this is not a toy shop. Like a place where people can have everything they want.

Sick people must eating medicine, and if they r stressed, they have pill for this too. Or no pension.

Woman come from very nice family, they have hugely chandeliers in ceiling, like glimpse of diamond.

Woman once she was a young girl, she loved painting and writing, and her mother under the chandelier, glimpsing like the diamond, tell her no.

No, never.

Life is not a toy shop and u cant have everything u want.

U go study something useful, not stupid dreams.

So woman kill this dream and everyday became hugely fat.

This is not the end of story of woman. Tomorrow I tell rest of story. Its a free country and u can read if u want.

Good nite and good luck.

I will now start telling about my life. Many strange things happen to me here in Western countries.

Today I meet with customer. He is a nice man, he works in municipality, he is kind of social worker and gives much money all the time to people from East. People like me.

(I make joke. Ha hahaha).

Anyway, so social worker man is very tired and sad man. He is always shaking head, and afterwards he sit with head buried in hands.

He wants to be talking.

Which means I listen. So I listen and afterwards I talk.

He tells me this story:

He goes to gym. He goes to gym to be working out. There he meets with a colleague from municipality. The colleague is, what do u say, like a advokat, like a lawyer and reads peoples papers. Papers that ask for pension and help from municipality.

Some people are sick, and some people would like to be sick.

At first I think, liking to be sick, is Western priviledge, but no. I tell u, it exists in every places.

Every places where people cant find, what do u call it, justice.

So illness in body becomes sign to the world, injustice is truth.
U can see injustice in my body. Its a mark on my body. A sign I dont want to go away. I look for proof of injustice everywhere, and everyday injustice in my body tell me, I am right.

But now I dont listen, I talk, I will go back to story.
It is a very strange story, I tell u, and so tomorrow, I will continue telling about a man telling story of a woman in gym.

Good nite and good luck.

 I have a customer today. He talks and talks and talks, and give me big headache. Very Big Head-Ache. 

I try Tylenol, I try Panodils, I still have a head-ache. He talks about stocks going up and going down, up and down and up and down and now, all the time down. 

He is now not only poor man. He is a poor man with a big heart-ache. He gives me head-ache.

I tell him:  Little man, this is a sign. God is fucking your capitalism in the ass.

Then he keep quiet.

Good nite and good luck.

Today I visit my friend Suda, from Thailand, she working here as au pair, in rich peoples houses. 

She get pregnant, waiting child and she tell boss.  

He say, u cant have child, u go back to Thailand. I am not social office. 

Wife of the house says, Suda, we have the rules, u must follow rules, everybody follows rules. In China, in Russia, in European Union, in Amerika, everybody must follow the ruling.

I bring candy for Suda and clothes for the small baby.

Boss ask me if I can come and work as Suda, I tell him no.

He says: u want to go to Ukraina and work in coal mine.

I say:

U think I am private Ukranian prostitute? 

Then I leave.

Good nite and good luck

Introduction of me

Let me introduce myself:

I am your favorite Ukrainian prostitute.

My name is Veronica Ludmila. Also I have the names of: Lulu, Lola, Milla, Vera, Paloma.

I stand 1 82 m tall, hair blonde, sometimes in black. Sometimes long, sometimes short.

I am like cross roads of Europe: half Ukrainian, half-Russian, half-Polish.

I believe poetry can be a big strong bitch, but is being treating like whore in this world.

Good nite and good luck.